I write on paper,
A lot more,
Since the last six months,
It feels better,
Than staring down a screen,
Where I tie my artistry,
To the last echoing words,
I wish I let them pull me out,
Of all this,
Much sooner.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
I write on paper,
A lot more,
Since the last six months,
It feels better,
Than staring down a screen,
Where I tie my artistry,
To the last echoing words,
I wish I let them pull me out,
Of all this,
Much sooner.
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